Tales and Thoughts from a Hobbit on The Road
"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?" "...Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked, passionately. "Little sceptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has... Continue Reading →
The sensualist, I'll allow ye, begins by pursuing a real pleasure, though a small one. His sin is the less. But the time comes when, though the pleasure becomes less and less and the craving fiercer and fiercer, and though he knows that joy can never come that way, yet he prefers to joy the... Continue Reading →
It's like an issue. A girl issue. A "who I am" issue. I never really thought about it too much up until I turned 13. I started to take less pictures and cut myself out of videos. I didn't like my voice, my hair. I wanted to be someone else. It was an identity issue.... Continue Reading →
